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"Welcome Home Vietnam Veterans Day"

Frankly, I admit to being a bit bemused about this.

You guys and gals have always been welcome here.

"Nuff said.


That's nice, and I guess I appreciate the sentiment.  But, I've been home since 1966.  Didn't you notice?
Talk about a day late and a dollar short...

Hence my bemusement.  Boomer-guilt, I guess.

It would have been meaningful if it had happened back then. It didn't.
I like your take on this, John.  I saw it on FB but didn't "share" or "like" it because it just didn't feel right.  When I see VN veterans at support the troops I usually try to hug them and/or thank them for their service, but "Welcome Home" has always seemed a bit off when I think of saying it.  I have todl various VN vets I know when the subject comes up that "I wish I'd been there to welcome you home "properly" (I'm just a tiny bit to young to have been aware of '70s society--first political memory is Election Day 1979). 

Hope it's meaningful to some people, though.  I suppose "better late than never...?"
What would be more meaningful would be ensuring it will not happen again.
Which is what they and so many of the rest of us are working so hard to ensure, Argent.
...but "Welcome Home" has always seemed a bit off...


"Welcome back" is what *we* say to each other...
Yeah, Bill.  I said that to Dad (or something similar) that day in September 1969, too.  I guess I'm making the point that you've all always been welcome here.

I'm still... bemused.
Far, far, too late. Never, ever, again; we will not let our comrades-in-arms return to such a lack of welcome again.
Hey BillT: I still say 'Welcome Home' as well as 'Welcome Back'. I don't much care for the details. I came back in 1969. Via Travis and SFO, BTW.

During GoEI I said both a lot, for those that came by the commo tent.  Differnt strokes, and all that. We'd been busting our humps for some time.

And Welcome Back!
Never, ever, again; we will not let our comrades-in-arms return to such a lack of welcome again.

It was the *type* of welcome we got that added "Never Again" to my vocabulary...
I slipped back in ['66] before they started spitting.
I recall a time in my youth (2nd grade or so) when my dad (LTC D) was in Nam.  His little brother (LCDR D) was in Nam.  My now brother in law (Naval rank unknown to me, E3 probably) was in Nam.  All at once.  I didn't understand at the time the lack of welcome they all received.  I tear up uncrontrollably in proper Irish fashion any time a veteran of WW2, Korea, or Nam welcomes me home and thanks me for my service.  Without their service, there would be no welcome home for me and I'm quick to tell them that.  For all those that served before, my thanks to you all.  For those that will serve after all of us, make us proud! 
God allows evil for a greater good. What I mean is Viet Vets are so determined that what they went through will never happen to their sons and daughters. Hence the Patriot Guard etc.

They have held the line against Barking Moonbate who try to demonize veterans. They have forced the liberals to say things like .. we support the military, we oppose the war.  That of cours is total BS, however it pushed them back so that they have a harder time attacking veternas

God Bless us all .... everyone ... never again.
The "type" of welcome was not welcoming.
True. But I know of at least one individual -- a Left Coast dweller in 1970 -- who will think looooooong and hard if he ever again has the urge to spit...
 I can conjure a couple of those folks, myself... 
Same here Bill. The loonies hadn't quit spitting in 1974 around Norfolk. I was in my Dress Blues on Ship's Business in downtown NORVA when a hippie decided to try to hawk one on me. I busted his jaw, even though he missed. I didn't know it, but a cop was right behind me who was a "Nam vet from the 25th ID. He grabbed the guy before he went down and told me he'd take care of it and told me to "move along" after telling me his unit. I saluted him and went about my business.

I pitied the cop when I got a nose full of ripe hippie.